B-Real - Blowing Money Fast lyrics

[Intro] Do you want to get high? Does everybody want to get high? I want to get high! [Hook] Blunts, dabs, joints, slabs Vape, clouds, loud, gas, puff, pa** Grow, stash, quarters, halfs, pounds, bags Blowing money fast, I be blowing money fast I be blowing money fast, I be blowing money fast [Verse 1: Demrick] Got a zip, it's the gas take a trip Put the flame to the gla**, take a dab feel the hit I'ma stack it to the ceiling til there's millions in the stash Went from nick bags on the Ave., now I'm out in Amsterdam Add it up like mathematicians, all my bad decisions verse my ambition This is repetition, you can see the difference I rep it for the have nots, Strippers with them mad shots Pimps push a product out that Pontiac Ragtop Spend it like I print it like that sh** just been invented This the gold rush, I'm something like the gold crush with it On that marijuana marathon, Me more than a carry on Jet fuel very strong, Ha I last very long [Hook] [Verse 2: Scoop Deville] Time piece all around the world See me with your girl, On her knees, got 12 Hundred freaks in the penthouse, watch me give a f** Next day we hop off the tour bus, hit the gas Burn a half into ashes, boss Hoes that flip like gymnastics, applause Don't worry bout how I get mine, get yours By the time I hit the stage it's jam backed to the doors [?], I'm a grown man, gold chain, light it up like Las Vegas MGM, shout out to my partners lock down in the pen I'ma do this one for y'all, they just wanna see me win 9 times out of 10, Smoke down in the big body benz With your girlfriend, creme dela creme Juice, gin, life is too short Getting ends, Make sure you get yours, cause this man got his [Hook] [Verse 3: B-Real] I be blowing money, honey dripping Blowing trees, you be blowing reggie You be willing knowing me, we hit the gas Doctors orders when we rolling Now your pockets getting thinner But you came in with them swollen (What you holding) Dabs up, blunts down, I put a slab on it Doesn't matter nails hot put a dab on it Grams melting by the second for the hell of it You thirsty a** b**hes magnetize for the smell of it Flipping rigs like it's nothing big, no spill Let the rig hit the ground, gla** breaks big deal Triple flipper in the sky, why you asking why Scoop called the doctor and he said (I want to get high!) Milky hits, water bubble, lungs blow up I'm the duke of errl, baby pouring shatter like it's syrup Wrap her, then a white girl, lights swirl, gla** tip p**y's can't hang, lights out, catnip [Hook] [Verse 4: Berner] Sandro Pay, creme brulee and mimosa's Yellow hash, wax hits, ash tray 20 roaches Thousand dollar gla**, yeah i'm first cla** toasting, to the good life In my S-Cla** Benz floating, ask Demrick how I get down I grew up by the ocean, where the pounds go for cheap And them local girls are hoeing, they asked me where i'm going To the top with this ba** sh**, new strain alert Here you go taste it, you know we get the paper Jars with the different flavors, wiz khalifa papers Hardcore, trippy vapors, you got a b**h to pay ya All my girls are money makers, I'm in Jamaica Drug money on my kitchen table, blowing [Hook] (I want to get high!)